This is a song about "Jail cell"

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Your father sits in jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

I just pray for my father in jail.

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell